"Weets, weets!"

Translation: "Sweep, sweep!" This is what Jack innocently said to me after he poured an entire container of Nesquick powder on the kitchen floor. I think this is what the experts call "independent play." Bless...his...heart.

Sweet Lasagna Face

He Has Officially Arrived...

Jack has entered the stage that some might call the Terrible Twos. Other, more PC folks out there, would call him a "spirited child." This weekend was spent whining, crying or simply yelling "No" (him, not us). It could be that he's getting his molars, has a bad case of diarrhea, and just started a new daycare. Or maybe this is him morphing into another being. (Click here to watch him in all his Two-ness.)

Aside from being "spirited", Jack is very resourceful, as you can see from the photo. This was taken just after I took a bag of cornmeal from him and moved it to a higher shelf because I told him I didn't want him playing with it. So instead of smiling and saying "of course, Mother", as all toddlers should, he scurried off to get a pack of diapers to stand on to retrieve the aforementioned cornmeal. I had to laugh, as I was quite impressed by his spunk.

On another note, he has been putting two words together quite a bit lately. On of my favorites is "More, please." But my most favorite of all is "Hody hody", which is what he says when he wants me to hold him.

Someday, This Picture Will Haunt Him

Little Man's Best Friend

Jack and Bones have been spending a lot of time hanging out (just the two of them) in the backyard. Usually Jack is following Bones with his lawnmower or giving her a hug while saying "Aawwwwww." Other times he is crouched down watching her eat a bone. Or Jack is scolding Bones for barking or chasing squirrels. Luckily Bones is very accepting of this (what I imagine would be annoying) behavior. In case you are wondering, I spend this glorious time on the couch drinking wine.